When I wake up in the morning
and wipe the sleep from out my eyes
I sit and stare at four gray walls
and it's such a great surprise
Gee, it's good to be back home . . .
When I walk the line to chow
with a bunch of human cattle
and when I stroll the prison yard
on a field that's made for battle
Man, it's good to be back home . . .
When I look out my cell window
at the land or at the sky
sometimes I wear a smile
or a teardrop in my eye
but it's good to be back home . . .
And when at night when I can't sleep
as I lay upon my bunk
I think about my life
and feel like a piece of junk
but, it's good to be back home
YEAH ! It's good to be back home . . .
1998
i'm driven by hatred
toward myself first and most
for all i've squandered
making happiness but a ghost
i long to write the words
that scream from me within
words of pain and apologies
yet such sincere words have never been
for my pain is genuine
my anguish beyond measure
as i recall all the hurt
i've brought upon my only treasure
i scream in agony
but my lips silence my cry
as i try to make known
my inner self and why
i wish those dear to me
could feel what alludes me in words
for one look into my heart
would answer all questions
without a sound heard
1998
ASSWIPE
I found my brain in a downtown gutter
in a sleazy motelroom called prison
I found myself in a dirty spoon
I was drowning so I picked myself up and got loaded
it was a violent love affair between me and myself
but now we are good friends
even though he doesn't know how to wipe his fuckin' ass very well
we take long walks alone talking about you
and how much we like you
you do not come between us
because you are us -
just like me
we
own keys to several different kinds of
straightjackets and we keep them hidden
we herd the sheep into the slaughterhouses to be
accounted for
we are the wolf
we are not ashamed
some
rotten beauty grabbed my attention and I left
myself standing in front of a liquor store to get a
better view
I was blinded by the street lights
I stumbled on a broken bottle and I fell face first into
the public restroom toilet bowl
a thousand people defecated on me before I could
get free
I
watched this happen to myself
this is the thing that had grabbed my attention before
it had happened
I am shit upon
I am baptized in human waste and now I am saved
I smell like shit
but now I know how to wipe my fuckin' ass
1998
Here comes the light of darkness
shine down here deep
my hostility is held tight and fed everything
even you are devoured.
used.
abused.
nothing is more important
than the rage I tend and feed.
it is my salvation,
my power.
nothing can stop me when I uncage the beast.
BEWARE
I am a beast inside;
A GOD
an animal.
I can do no wrong,
victory is just a matter of time
you must know me . . .
1998
screw these wordz theyre all just krap
empty sounds my lips flap
and when the world comes to an end
the wordz will die like us my friend
it doesnt matter that i write
it will do no good to end mans plight
but then again it can do no harm and hurt less than a broken arm
so here i sit
tryin to make sense
Amerikas no longer apple pie and picket fence
and you -
do you really have the time to listen to me
& my literary crimes
if so you must be boredor passedout drunk
and if i were on the street
i wouldnt have to be discreet
i could scream it at the top of my lungs but
instead i just write stupid thingz
like this poem. . .
1998
the process of adjustment.
the feeling of displacement
- alienation -
PAROLE . . .
so many things to deal with,
somehow keeping from me the comfort of relaxing enough to be myself,
to spend some time with you
to show you what i can
what i will
one day
when the time is right
i think of you.
1997
wanting so many things
life, dreams and diamond rings
the road forks another way
laughter has slipped away
filled this empty husk
now reborn and filled with lust
another life, a new page
what's left now is only rage
gone away, now amiss
another face, an empty promise
tall pillars carved in stone
standing tall all alone.
1996
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